I went to send a note to my brother to wish him a happy new year. In Hebrew, you wish a happy new year by saying or writing, l'shana tova. Tova means good. Shana means year.
So, I typed l'shana tova into my phone. The spell checker changed l'shana into lasagna.
Okay, so, good lasagna to all.
Rosh ha shana means-- new year. Literally, the head of the year. Rosh = head. Ha=the. Shana again year.
The holiday begins a ten day period of introspection. A time for people to assess how well or how poorly we are doing morally and ethically. And a time to pledge to work toward being the best we can be.
Often the holiday begins with a big meal. And often the meaning of the holiday is lost because the food consumption becomes more significant than the reason for consuming in this way. I'm as much a miscreant as the next person. The holiday began last night and we had a big meal and I read some parts from a book I like related to the holiday. Yet, just this morning I became furious at city hall about something inconsequential. I hissed venom at the Republican party for not waiting for a supreme court justice's body to be cold, before trying to rush in a replacement. And other stuff crept into my head that was not conducive to a healthy reassessment of where I am at.
It's work to examine oneself. And work toward making the new year a happy one. Good lasagna.
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